you are not quite the bane of my existence although equally consuming. we know that this is problematic because i am so extradorinarly good at feeling bad. you should ravage me in return. make me so unable to close my eyes in ecstasy that i have to stare at you and laugh and shake uncontrolably until i am in so much bearable pain and too sensitive to take it anymore that you again clutch my hand until it is so warm that it has melted to mine and i cant tell whose is whose that it feels as if they have literally melted together. sometimes this makes me nervous because my imagination shows them literally melted together.